Sorry About the DoomDerek/Stiles, Gen, Pre-SlashStiles accidentally acquires miniature farm animals that may or may not be demons.

“What is that?”

Stiles sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “What’s what?”

Derek gives him an unimpressed look and jerks his chin slightly to the left. “That.”

“Uh.” Stiles glances over his shoulder. “Pretty sure that’s a pony, dude.” A very small brown pony, with a white fetlock and a long, kinky black mane and deep, fathomless eyes, and he’s been following Stiles around since yesterday, so he’s actually pretty glad Derek can see him, too.

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Derek looks like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when Laura wraps her arms around him, and as far as Stiles knows, this is the first time they’ve touched in six years. Derek stands stock-still, panic rimming his eyes, until Laura clutches the back of his shirt and says, “Relax, god, you remember hugging, right, I’m not trying to gut you here,” and Stiles lets out an inappropriate giggle.